What Do I Gotta Live For Lyrics - S.d.e. - Cam'ron

Cam'ron 

S.D.E. 

What Do I Gotta Live For 

I aint got shit to live for anyway 

Yes you do 

I'll see these niggas in hell anyway 

You gotta lot to live for 

Man fuck all that 

I'm sayin, you live for me then 

Fuck that shit 

Bloodshed, bloodshed, bloodshed... 

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Yo, yo 

I'm ready to stick the gun to my head and bust a clip 

I want the world to see the blood to drip, pus to drip 

Crash the car crush the whip 

And it's one time I loved the six, fuck this shit 

Trust a chick? Never that 

It's only to fuck a bitch to fuck a bitch 

Girl ran a circus on me Wrangling Brothers tip 

Fuck my connect, fuck I expect, I could get weight 

I'll take half of his cake, run, I would debate 

Father had the nerve to tell me I'm a mistake 

I said, dad I told my daughter that, I could relate 

And the beef up the hill, is real gettin live 

Still sittin by, still gettin high 

And I don't hold my tongue 

I was wrong enough to tell 'em 

That I could stop doing drugs long enough to sell em 

A proclamation, with intoxication 

A three rock occasion 

Whoa, I'm so high, you're so high 

What the fuck these motherfuckers put in my lye?? 

Make a million dollars, yo I could if I tried 

But why the fuck I gotta pay him, him, and him? 

Yo fuck around I'ma spray him, him, and him 

And fuck her when your girl lay, him, him, and him 

Man, that's why I'ma give it up 

The Benz truck driv' it up, every weekend did it up 

But tell me why, live for what? 

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Yo, yo, yo, I was wishin for knowledge 

But didn't have tuition for college 

So that mission abolished 

Straight street like power, politics, and policy making 

Give a fuck how I see bakin, gimme this, gimme that 

Gimme your hat, gimme your gat, gimme your shit 

Gimme your bricks, gimme your kicks 

Matter fact you pussy, gimme your bitch 

Cam' is clappin, I'm in 

Can't negotiate with Samuel Jackson 

It's A Time To Kill, what do I do? 

My girl pregnant, rent is due, the phone is off 

The heat is off, no the heat is on nigga 

In the street is on, I'm about to beat upon 

A nigga til they deceased or gone, at least I'm gone 

What do it matter, they just relate to Binnis 

Girl fucked my man like Jada from Innis 

But I play to the finish, got blazed in a blemish 

Least I wasn't caged in a clinic 

In there, you age in a minute 

But you know the sharks, diplomat ho, we know the art 

Come through leave your shit wet like Noah's Ark 

We order the pies, you sort of a lie 

You aint 730 nigga you 'bout a quarter to five 

Life's on the line, wife's goin blind 

Tell me man, god, what type of a sign 

Take a nitrogen nine, man, that's why I'ma give it up 

Wrists stay glittered up, every weekend did it up 

But tell me why, live for what 

What do I have to live for... 

What do I have to live for...